Splush
05-02-2009, 12:23 PM
Disclaimer: I do not own nor profit from power rangers or the following characters. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Dying For A Dame
Chapter 1:
As far as I am concerned a man who surrounds himself in lies and deceit deserves to have his tongue removed from his mouth. Dishonesty is something I have never been able to partake in.
I look at her and see no other choice.
“Everything’s going to be okay, you will be fine,” I lie. God forgive me.
I try to hide the fact my hands are trembling while I cradle her fragile body. They crossed the line this time; they knew I would find her. The made sure she was suffering. They made sure she was still alive. They wanted me to see. The wanted her to die slowly.
“Your not going to die,” My deceit seems to bring a calm over her during this child’s final moments.
I repeat those words over and over again knowing they are never going to become true. My grip tightens around her as her breathing becomes fainter matching the near silent thud off her heartbeat. The life slowly flickers out of her eyes and she fight to keep her heavy lids from closing.
“Go to sleep, everything will be alright,” I lie. It shall be my final fib. She closes her eyes and everything stops: her heart, breath, and life. It has all come to an end. I pull her closer in now I am really starting to shake, I am shaking violently.
I continue to tremble in disbelief before gently placing her on the ground. Parting her hair from her face I give this stranger a kiss on the forehead. This city of hell lost another one of its children. She couldn’t have been older than ten.
A sweat girl like her should be tucked into bed ready to wake up to another bright loving day, full of tea parties and playing dress up. Not murdered mercilessly in the late hours of the night, left bleeding like a stuck pig, in an alley filled with garbage.
The Wild, Wild West has nothing on Essex City. The only City in the Country so bad the government actually considered to quarantine the place. When those Washington bureaucrats changed their minds, and dumped over seven billion dollars in attempt to reform and rehabilitate Essex’s that’s when the President lost my vote, moron should have condemned every goddamn soul in this town when he had the chance. There is no change for Essex City.
The police do what they can when they are not taking bribes from drug dealers, pimps, and corrupt politicians. In their free time they even manage to kill a few innocent people.
I am no cop. But in this town when the sun dims down and the lights go out, I am the law.
In the few years I spent in Essex’s I’ve seen a number of tragedies that tested the limits of my mental fortitude.
“Never anything like this,” I growl in disgust.
I muster every ounce of man I have not to bawl like a baby. A few years back I would have, but Essex City has a way of roughening your edges.
I kneel besides the lifeless child, she was probably one of the last pure being left in this town. She didn’t deserve this. If I could trade my life to bring this girl I never met before back to life, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I wonder if her parents are still looking for her or if they already lost hope.
I mumble a prayer and run my hand gently down the side of her cold cheek, saying goodbye. I slowly stand up and pause for a moment before reaching behind my back and with some hesitation retract the Katana from its sheath. My stomach turns and my complexion goes a shade green. Good thing I didn’t eat tonight; no vomit just some mild dry heaving. I can barely comprehend what I am about to do. It will be the least sane action I have ever committed my whole life.
“But it must be done!” I declare attempting to install some conviction.
My eyes close as I raise the blade above my head. Honestly I can not count how many times I have repeated this action. My muscle memory is more experienced with killing than it is walking.
The sound of my voice blocks out the horrific snap of her head detatching from her body. As the blade violently swung towards her neck I am not sure if at the moment of impact I was yelling of crying.
Not easily, never easy, though may never this hard I did what was required. I could not save her life but her soul will be untouched. Essex City may have lost another child, but I refuse to allow them to gain another monster.
Soon the sun will be rising and my trail ran cold hours ago, time to call it a night. I sheath my sword and cover my face in its black cloak. I took it off earlier, didn’t want to scare the girl. Its nothing fancy just enough to keep from getting recognized by the cops and “them”. Maybe I even wear it out of habit. I ditched the bright red helmet with horns for a more discrete black tactical mask. I guess if you look at it with a sense of humor I look like a modern day ninja, running around in all black.
At night when I patrol usually I suit up in a black undershit, black pants, military grade combat boots, lightweight protective leather gloves, and my black ski mask. If it gets chili out I throw on my leather jacket. I suppose I dress like the white Blade. Don’t be fooled comparing what I do to a move – it is a good way to get yourself killed. This sure isn’t Hollywood.
My blood boils with rage as I give the child a parting look before I disappear into the shadows. I hold you pendant and squeeze it so goddamn hard I feel a slight twinge before the sensation of warm blood trickles down my fist.
I don’t know why you died Emily. I don’t care why, I don’t care how but you did nothing to earn this. You were just a sweet little girl. I’ll hunt him, I’ll hunt them! I swear to God I’ll stare those bastards in the eyes as I kill every single one of the,. I’ll make em’ chant and cry to every damn devil they know.
They are nasty creature’s vampires but when the life fades from their eyes and they to return to whatever hell they spawned from it will seem like heaven after what I have down to them.
I’ll do it for Emily. For every life they took.
Dying For A Dame
Chapter 1:
As far as I am concerned a man who surrounds himself in lies and deceit deserves to have his tongue removed from his mouth. Dishonesty is something I have never been able to partake in.
I look at her and see no other choice.
“Everything’s going to be okay, you will be fine,” I lie. God forgive me.
I try to hide the fact my hands are trembling while I cradle her fragile body. They crossed the line this time; they knew I would find her. The made sure she was suffering. They made sure she was still alive. They wanted me to see. The wanted her to die slowly.
“Your not going to die,” My deceit seems to bring a calm over her during this child’s final moments.
I repeat those words over and over again knowing they are never going to become true. My grip tightens around her as her breathing becomes fainter matching the near silent thud off her heartbeat. The life slowly flickers out of her eyes and she fight to keep her heavy lids from closing.
“Go to sleep, everything will be alright,” I lie. It shall be my final fib. She closes her eyes and everything stops: her heart, breath, and life. It has all come to an end. I pull her closer in now I am really starting to shake, I am shaking violently.
I continue to tremble in disbelief before gently placing her on the ground. Parting her hair from her face I give this stranger a kiss on the forehead. This city of hell lost another one of its children. She couldn’t have been older than ten.
A sweat girl like her should be tucked into bed ready to wake up to another bright loving day, full of tea parties and playing dress up. Not murdered mercilessly in the late hours of the night, left bleeding like a stuck pig, in an alley filled with garbage.
The Wild, Wild West has nothing on Essex City. The only City in the Country so bad the government actually considered to quarantine the place. When those Washington bureaucrats changed their minds, and dumped over seven billion dollars in attempt to reform and rehabilitate Essex’s that’s when the President lost my vote, moron should have condemned every goddamn soul in this town when he had the chance. There is no change for Essex City.
The police do what they can when they are not taking bribes from drug dealers, pimps, and corrupt politicians. In their free time they even manage to kill a few innocent people.
I am no cop. But in this town when the sun dims down and the lights go out, I am the law.
In the few years I spent in Essex’s I’ve seen a number of tragedies that tested the limits of my mental fortitude.
“Never anything like this,” I growl in disgust.
I muster every ounce of man I have not to bawl like a baby. A few years back I would have, but Essex City has a way of roughening your edges.
I kneel besides the lifeless child, she was probably one of the last pure being left in this town. She didn’t deserve this. If I could trade my life to bring this girl I never met before back to life, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I wonder if her parents are still looking for her or if they already lost hope.
I mumble a prayer and run my hand gently down the side of her cold cheek, saying goodbye. I slowly stand up and pause for a moment before reaching behind my back and with some hesitation retract the Katana from its sheath. My stomach turns and my complexion goes a shade green. Good thing I didn’t eat tonight; no vomit just some mild dry heaving. I can barely comprehend what I am about to do. It will be the least sane action I have ever committed my whole life.
“But it must be done!” I declare attempting to install some conviction.
My eyes close as I raise the blade above my head. Honestly I can not count how many times I have repeated this action. My muscle memory is more experienced with killing than it is walking.
The sound of my voice blocks out the horrific snap of her head detatching from her body. As the blade violently swung towards her neck I am not sure if at the moment of impact I was yelling of crying.
Not easily, never easy, though may never this hard I did what was required. I could not save her life but her soul will be untouched. Essex City may have lost another child, but I refuse to allow them to gain another monster.
Soon the sun will be rising and my trail ran cold hours ago, time to call it a night. I sheath my sword and cover my face in its black cloak. I took it off earlier, didn’t want to scare the girl. Its nothing fancy just enough to keep from getting recognized by the cops and “them”. Maybe I even wear it out of habit. I ditched the bright red helmet with horns for a more discrete black tactical mask. I guess if you look at it with a sense of humor I look like a modern day ninja, running around in all black.
At night when I patrol usually I suit up in a black undershit, black pants, military grade combat boots, lightweight protective leather gloves, and my black ski mask. If it gets chili out I throw on my leather jacket. I suppose I dress like the white Blade. Don’t be fooled comparing what I do to a move – it is a good way to get yourself killed. This sure isn’t Hollywood.
My blood boils with rage as I give the child a parting look before I disappear into the shadows. I hold you pendant and squeeze it so goddamn hard I feel a slight twinge before the sensation of warm blood trickles down my fist.
I don’t know why you died Emily. I don’t care why, I don’t care how but you did nothing to earn this. You were just a sweet little girl. I’ll hunt him, I’ll hunt them! I swear to God I’ll stare those bastards in the eyes as I kill every single one of the,. I’ll make em’ chant and cry to every damn devil they know.
They are nasty creature’s vampires but when the life fades from their eyes and they to return to whatever hell they spawned from it will seem like heaven after what I have down to them.
I’ll do it for Emily. For every life they took.